And when I loved it mattered not, for his scars were much to deep. The bandages I carried were no match for the blood that flowed through his veins. Sweet, cold, and poisoned crimson soaked the fabric I laid upon the open wounds, eating through it until it dissolved and nothing was left of them.

I fell to my knees crying, screaming for an answer yet none came to me. I sat for a time before I opened my eyes and arose. Just then a flash crossed his eyes and I saw the life inside, the life I wanted to join with mine. The trapped soul inside was beating through the glassed over eyes. At that very moment I knew the answer. I picked up what was left of my bandages, wrapped up the wounds that were quickly forming on me and walked away.

It was only by my leaving that I could release what was trapped inside by taking the blinding pain with me.

2003